Her bladder aches like a stone as she fidgets at her seat, counting down the minutes before her class ends. She squirms, lifts her phone and texts you: 'I'm really struggling, I'm gonna run to the girls room once the profs done talking 😭'
She has needed to pee for hours.
She waits patiently for the plumber as he fiddles with the toilet with his tools, very conscious of the urgent fullness.
Her thoughts kept drifting toward the toilet and the moment when she can rush in, pull her panties down and and piss...
She dashes into the cubicle with a tiny yelp, slamming the door shut as her tortured bladder pulses.
She fiddles with her belt, desperate to rip her pants and panties down and release the pee that's been boiling in her for hours...
A gal has to pee increasingly badly while out, but walks right past every Ladies toilet she sees, hoping she'll make it home on time.
She regrets it later, stuck on the bus with a bursting, painfully full bladder.
She squirms in her bus seat, her bladder full with hours of pent-up pee. She sorely regrets not peeing after leaving work, and she'd never use the dirty bus station toilets. She crosses her legs, praying she'll make it home soon.